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... looks in the presence of the tribune ; and they trembled , good God , how they trembled ! " As long as the yoke of Rienzi was that of justice and their country , their conscience forced them to esteem the man , whom pride and interest ...
... looks in the presence of the tribune ; and they trembled , good God , how they trembled ! " As long as the yoke of Rienzi was that of justice and their country , their conscience forced them to esteem the man , whom pride and interest ...
Side 14
... look of hers is able to put all face - physic out of countenance . She knows a fair look is but a dumb orator to commend virtue , therefore minds it not . All her excellences stand in her so silently , as if they had stolen upon her ...
... look of hers is able to put all face - physic out of countenance . She knows a fair look is but a dumb orator to commend virtue , therefore minds it not . All her excellences stand in her so silently , as if they had stolen upon her ...
Side 15
... look like her ; he knows the condition of the world , that he must act one thing , like another , and then another ; to these he carries his desires , and not his desires him , and sticks not fast by the way , ( for that contentment is ...
... look like her ; he knows the condition of the world , that he must act one thing , like another , and then another ; to these he carries his desires , and not his desires him , and sticks not fast by the way , ( for that contentment is ...
Side 19
... look down upon him with a fixed and drooping regard ; and again lift his head on high , and open his horrible throat , and prolong a roar , as of distant thunder , for several minutes together . They attempted , but in vain , to convey ...
... look down upon him with a fixed and drooping regard ; and again lift his head on high , and open his horrible throat , and prolong a roar , as of distant thunder , for several minutes together . They attempted , but in vain , to convey ...
Side 31
... looks upon it as the greatest blessing he can pour down upon the heads of those who please him best and observe his commands , " I will give peace in the land , and ye shall lie down , and none shall make you afraid , " Lev . xxvi . 6 ...
... looks upon it as the greatest blessing he can pour down upon the heads of those who please him best and observe his commands , " I will give peace in the land , and ye shall lie down , and none shall make you afraid , " Lev . xxvi . 6 ...
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Side 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Side 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Side 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Side 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Side 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Side 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Side 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Side 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.